Admiring his friend's audacity, deploring his rashness, reproving his persistency, Potts allowed his verdict to go by results; for it was clear that Mallard and Fortune were in opposition.

Something like real awe of the tremendous encounter kept him from a plunge or a bet.

Mallard had got the vertigo, he reported the gambler's launch on dementedness to the earl.

Gower's less experienced optics perceived it.

The plainly doomed duellist with the insensible Black Goddess offered her all the advantages of the Immortals challenged by flesh.